The fact that my first name was processed with an F–and I have no clue what name that was supposed to be, since “Nafya” sounds like a Senegalese dish–tells you everything you need to know about Galen and his crew.

Remember this?

And yet, you guys probably thought I was insane.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

(Men in particular, I find, love to throw that anti-female classification around when they aren’t sure how to deal with a chick who isn’t passive, obedient, self-loathing, clingy, or insecure. But enough about men, because I sure have had enough of them for every one of my subsequent lifetimes; I think a lot of us women have arrived at that point.)

Something like ten million Canadians applied for the class-action lawsuit, and I give my deepest bow to those of us who did. It’s still not making a dent in Galen Weston’s fanny pack, of course, because he just raised his prices for lemons to $1.50 each. You read that correctly: at any Loblaws-owned grocery store, you can now purchase an imported lemon for one dollar and fifty cents. Why any of you are doing this and not trudging off to your local Persian supermarket for all your needs is beyond me, but who am I to say anything about a world in which DoorDash, UberEats, and McDelivery were invented as critical necessities?

Anyway, I deposited my money. And I’m pretty sure you can guess what I’m going to buy with it. It’s carb time.